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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

I is for It All Ends Here

I finally finished my Fifteen serial! This is part six. You can find the first five here, here, here, here, and here.

Amelia brandished her
staff, facing the looming darkness in the valley below.Her heart leapt.The moisture in her throat evaporated.“It all ends here,” she said.

A gust of wind soared up
the mountainside, ruffling Amelia’s woven hair.She fought against it, stalking down the slope, her staff a walking
stick.

“The Strength runs deep
in this one,” came a voice below.It
could have been a knife scratching stone.“But not deep enough.”

“Weakener, you shan’t be
wakeful a day longer.It all ends here.”

The ground rumbled.Tendrils of cast-up dirt lashed at Amelia, fueled
by the phantom breeze.Her expression
remained hard.“Come, if you are so
wrought with determination,” the voice stated.

“Fly,” Amelia said, and
her feet picked up from the earth.She
wafted there for a moment, almost smiling.Then she kicked her legs and jettisoned down toward her foe.

“Clever too,” mocked the
voice.“A pity you must be killed.I would have liked you as my new apprentice.”

“You say that as if you shall
live this day,” Amelia cried, her speech amplified by the vortex of air propelling
her.She pointed her staff out like a
spear.

“Likewise, little mage.”

Amelia spotted the dark
form of Tovorchica, standing at the lowest point in the valley.Her face was pale as snow, yet her hair was
the darkest of black.She grinned far
too wide.

“The end?” Tovorchica
said, shrugging back her shoulders.She
took a step back.

Amelia slammed into the
grass.It lie dull and broken where the
Weakener had last stood.“Unleashing,”
she said, faint, yet determined.Her
body quivered as she struck out with her staff, hitting Tovorchica in the chest.

The world turned to
color: black, white, red, yellow, blue.All was nothing.Nothing flashed
to gold.Gold flashed to clear, blinding
light.The valley settled, lush and
green as if it had never changed.Not a
soul stirred.

What is Going on Here?

You have journeyed for twelve days and twelve nights across vales, woods, and fells. Your rations have been reduced to crumbs and you had spent your last few mouthfuls of water to wash out a wound on your chest.

As the sun dips below the horizon you enter into the fabled Temple of Halor. A brick falls, missing your head by inches. Your body stiffens. Your breathing soars to a fever pitch. Out of the corner of your eye you see an inky tendril slash through the stale air. You wake up a moment later, flat on your aching back.

Living ropes coil at your head, spine, and calves. You are weightless for a moment before rolling onto a soft, wet pad: Halor's tongue.

You smile. You have entered...into the ravenous maw. If the archdemon Halor shall ever be slain, it shall be now, by you.

Follow Into the Ravenous Maw to vanquish Halor and save all you know and love.

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Former background image courtesy of Zachary Shenal. He holds the copyright. You can find his photography here. His website is here. His blog is here. Current background image taken by me.